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PXGETURNER'S THREE YEAR ANNIVERSARY CAFÉ!

Hiii loves! Today marks the day I posted my first fanfic on Tumblr, three years ago! so I wanted to do a celebration to commemorate!

disclaimer: please only send one "drink" per ask please! also, i haven’t decided this will end but it’ll at the very least last until sunday (15th)

menu:

syrups. inclusions.

boba tea🧋: ask games! (fmk, cym, would you rather, top 5s, etc)

teapot 🫖: pick a "syrup(s)" from above + an "inclusion(s)" and I'll write a blurb!

espresso ☕️: give me hot takes in a fandom and I'll tell you whether or not I disagree (play nice!)

Italian soda🥤: share your headcanons and let's talk about them!

mate🧉: share your assumptions about me!

matcha 🍵: ask for book recommendations! (don’t forget what genre you want <3)

mutuals (love you xx):

@amourrs @chaos-4baby @lesbianjackies @arlowthenacho @antonellavanella @pasukiyo @limerlove

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I miss Miguel 💔

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Reblog to give prev the power to write their fanfiction

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Hi! I decided to make a writing challenge for this summer because I'm trying to get back into writing more actively. While making some prompts for myself, I decided it could be fun to share them with other people. I'm sharing this now because I like to start writing early. 💚

The idea is that every other day in July you can pick from one of three prompts, a smut prompt, a non-smut prompt or a dialogue prompt.

Obviously, if you choose to participate, you don't have to write every other day. It's totally fine to pick and choose prompts as you go and post them on any day you want. Even after the challenge ends.

Any fandom is okay

Minors DNI

Please add warnings if needed

Add a Read More/Keep Reading - link for longer fics

I'll be tracking the tag #LHJulyWritingChallenge and after July (probably in August) I'll post a masterlist of all the fanfics posted under that tag (if there are any). I'll also gladly check out all fics tagged with it or if you tag me in them. It's okay to tag me after July too 💚🌺

prompts repeated as plain text under "keep reading"

Prompts in order [smut, other, dialogue]

7/1 - bondage - trapped - "Help me, I'm stuck." 7/3 - spanking - misunderstanding - "I was worried about you!" 7/5 - aftercare - beach day - "Is this for me?" 7/7 - overstimulation - facing a fear - "Can we just leave?" 7/9 - breeding kink - cooking - "Sorry I'm late." 7/11 - striptease - kiss in the rain - "I love you!!" 7/13 - safeword - injury - "Don't ever do that again." 7/15 - mile high club - running away - "You have to trust me." 7/17 - boss/employee - fake dating - "You talk in your sleep." 7/19 - [item/clothing] stays on during - dramatic confession - "I never wanted to hurt you." 7/21 - good boy/girl/pet - make a mess - "Oh? Oh..." 7/23 - anal play - siren - "It's not your fault." 7/25 - shower - class reunion - "Let me take care of it." 7/27 - lactation kink - ultimatum - "Wanna bet on it?" 7/29 - sex pollen - asking your enemy for help - "Go away!" 7/31 - make up sex - birthday - "I think we're lost."

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Last updated: 16.06.2024 Navigation

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the secret to organising any kind of trip with your friends is to become the benevolent dictator. do NOT wait for everyone to provide a consensus on things before you book anything. do it and then ask for feedback after. do not ask people what they would like to do just tell them what is happening and let them all nod along like the sheep they are. this is the ONLY way to coordinate a group of adults in their 20s/30s

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Why does like every language do things with their R sounds that nobody else understands

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DO YOU KNOW WHAT I JUST REALIZED

YOU KNOW THE HAIKU BOT???

OFC YOU DO

YOU KNOW THAT MESSAGE HE PUTS AT THE END OF EVERY POST????

"Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up."

YEAH???????

WELL THATS A HAIKU TOO

Beep boop! I look for

accidental haiku posts.

Sometimes I mess up.

NOW YOU LOOK ME IN THE EYE AND TELL ME THATS NOT THE CUTEST THNIG YOUVE EVER HEARD

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How would you all imagine Optimus’ reaction when he realizes he is in love with you?

I think he would see it as a blessing and a curse. 

He is so overjoyed with happiness to be able to fall in love and be devoted to someone. You. In Cybertron, having a sparkmate was extremely rare and he thought that he would never get to experience love. Especially with a human. 

But for the All-Spark, has he gone insane?

At first, he starts to avoid you. His thoughts are going insane. They are becoming … too scandalous. It was just hand-holding, then touches, then he began to wonder how it would feel to touch your lips with his own intake. 

You always gave him books to read, some of them about romance and the concept of kissing would always come up. He didn’t know what it was until he looked it up online and saw pictures of it. 

Now he couldn’t get the picture out of his mind.

He craves to do something so intimate. With you only.

He asks you about it and the conversation suddenly turns into a story-time about your first kiss.

Optimus was unknown to envy … until today. 

How he despised the being who took your first kiss. And whoever had been blessed enough to caress your lips. 

After that day, Optimus was … more distant. 

He thought that if stopped communicating with you so often, then maybe his feelings would subside. 

What a terrible mistake. They only grew stronger. More fierce, more … wild. He wants you to love him. Truly.

He wants to see you everyday. To recite you all the poetry he has written for you under the moonlight. For the nights together to turn into passionate ones. Where there are only touches, caresses and kisses. And in the craziest of his fantasies, his more dark and wild ones … he wants to spank bond with you. To become one. To drown in each other’s body and pleasure. And out of that bond, a sparkling is born. 

Oh, how would he defy the gods to only make his wishes true. How he would very much give up on his dignity and become completely yours if only you ask him. 

He wants you to release him from his torment, from whatever spell you had put him in. 

You notice his distance and confront him about it. 

And the more you talk, the more he wants to kiss you. To feel you. 

And he was about to steal it from you. To take what he desired, to satisfy his most vile of needs. 

But before Optimus could do that, he stops and looks at your eyes. It was evident that you were surprised. 

He could live without your love, but he cannot live with your hate. 

Optimus apologizes, regret immediately takes over him. You must hate him already, for such a bold attempt. 

He had become a pathetic mess, reverting to when he was once Orion Pax. He stumbled with his words, avoided eye contact and his inability to pronounce the right words, your eyes on him, made him tear up a little. 

What was the point of living if you hated him? How can he continue if after this nothing will ever be the same.

Yes, it won’t be the same.

 Because you jumped into his arms and kissed him so gently, with so much love that the great Optimus Prime, for a moment, had stopped being a Prime and finally, became free. 

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A/N: I just realized I haven’t made these two kiss on any of my fics? The Darkest Hour will have a kiss in the next chapter … Oops! Spoilers!!!

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Tastefully Yours Like or Reblog

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This is the best idea in the history of film.

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Watch carefully.

Tastefully Yours (2025) dir. Park Dan-hee

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Ao3 does not need an algorithm, you're just lazy

Ao3 does not need a 1-5 star rating system, you just want to bring down authors writing for FREE

Ao3 does not need automatic censorship, it is an archive, therefore anything can be posted

Writing or reading about something illegal does not mean the author nor the reader condones it, if that were true, you could never read a story involving anything negative

Purity culture is ruining fan culture and you all are fucking annoying

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NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.

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Nescient

nescient (adj.): unaware, a lack of awareness/knowledge, unknown, blissfully unaware

pairing: din djarin x reader

synopsis: he didn't like you like that. there was no way he liked you like that? right?

or

din and the reader are both oblivious to the obvious

word count: 2.1k

warnings: mentions of injuries/descriptions of a blaster wound and wrapping up a wound, idiots in love, possible grammar error due to my cat walking across my keyboard multiple times, slight miscommunication, fluff

masterlist

a/n: this is my entry for the @pedrostories secret santa this year! this fic was so fun to write, and it is for @ghostofskywalker! i love the prompts that you gave, and they work perfectly with din. i hope you enjoy! happy holidays love!

do not steal my work.

credit to gif creator!

You were not happy to be on Tatooine. The last time you two had stopped here, there was sand coming out of your supplies for what seemed like rotations, and you were not looking forward to that again. On top of the blistering heat, you couldn't say it was your favorite place to be right now. Din had a knack for returning to this sandy planet though, which meant you accompanied.

"Remember your canteen this time, the last time you forgot it you nearly passed out." You called out to him as the hatch of the Crest started to open, welcoming the rays of sun into the cabin.

"Thank you, I've got it this time." He motioned to his utility belt before walking down the ramp, seeing the curly-haired woman on the other side and greeting her. You were gathering some last minute supplies you would need for this hunt, alongside some extra items you knew Din would swear he would not need, but would gladly take if offered.

That's how it was with you two--you knew each other. You'd been traveling together for so long you couldn't remember when it started, and had grown to know the other like you were one.

It was for reasons like that that you had fallen for him, though you knew he would never feel the same. It took a while to process, but you decided to show your love in the ways you knew best to cope. Taking the lead on hunts when you knew he'd been through a lot, performing maintenance on the ship when he was (finally) asleep, tending to him when he was sick, and so on.

It was all you could do, so damn it if you didn't do it well.

A familiar water flask shook you out of your thoughts, and you playfully rolled your eyes as you picked up his canteen lying by some storage crates.

You made your way outside, briefly pausing as you saw Din converse with Peli. He was truly a kind man, and though he put up the front that he did, you could see right through it. Peli noticed you then, waving to you as you made eye contact. You waved back, making your way to the two of them.

"Good afternoon Peli." You nodded to her as she did to you as you took your spot next to Din. His shoulder pauldron was brushing against your cloak as you stood, and it sent butterflies fluttering throughout your stomach.

"I was just telling Peli here how you nearly fell asleep on lookout last time we were on a hunt, and how nice it is for her to look after our ship."

Our ship.

Yeah, everything was fine. Totally, completely fine.

"Tough talk coming from the guy who's average 'lookout' more often than not results in you accidentally catching something on fire with that new jetpack of yours."

You could hear the sigh from him a mile away, the playful undertones seeping through like harmonies in a song. "It happened one time."

"Try telling that to the garden you set ablaze. The garden, which I should mention, that took cycles upon cycles to cultiva--"

"--anyways Peli, we wanted to say thank you." You turned to him and stood there agape.

"There's no way you just cut me off."

"I have no idea what you mean." You could hear that damn smirk through the modulator.

"Okay you two, take it easy for a second." Peli laughed as she disappeared for a moment. "You guys take your time on your little adventure, I will be here with a fixed ship once you're back!" She waved you off as she motioned you two to the exit, to which you gave her a nod in thanks.

As you got to the outskirts of town, you handed him his canteen. "Thought you might be needing this."

A small chuckle rose out of the Mandalorian, and you had not a clue about the smile behind his helmet.

"Off we go?" You looked at him before holding out the tracking fob, the familiar beeping bringing a weird sense of peace to you.

"Yes, mesh'la, off we go."

And if you weren't overthinking it, you could have sworn that he stared at you for a few seconds longer than normal before starting on the way.

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The hunt had been messy. You had gotten the guy but at the cost of Din's patience and a nasty blaster shot to your arm. The whole hunt was doomed from the start, you both had now realized, but it was a little too late to fix the way things turned out.

What was currently being fixed now though was said wound. Din sat on a crate next to you as you hissed in pain, quickly jerking your arm away from the bacta spray he had in hand.

"If you stop moving then we can get this healed sooner."

"If you would just get it over with instead of taking so long a new cycle starts, maybe I wouldn't be so jumpy." You said through gritted teeth.

It was remarkable, really, how gentle he was with your wounds. The duality of the man before you, an infamous bounty hunter who was afraid to make your arm hurt worse. You tried not to think too much into it.

He ignored you as he continued. "It's already cauterized, which is the good part. The bacta spray is going to really pinch though."

You looked at his visor, imagining that you could actually see his eyes. "Yes, Din. I've gotten a blaster shot before."

He huffed in response. He went to use the spray, but his gloves kept catching on it, causing you to chuckle. He really was adorable in times like this.

"What's so funny?"

"Oh, nothing."

And then he did something that left you almost speechless.

"Oh, nothing." He mumbled under his breath, playfully mocking you.

You looked at him wide-eyed, baffled. A sense of elation lit up inside you--yes you two had gotten relatively close, but it was always you who was insinuating the jokes, poking fun at him.

You smiled so wide it hurt, the familair sense of adoration washing over you once more.

"Oh, so you've got humor now?"

He nodded shyly, before he took off his gloves. It wasn't much that he took his armor off in front of you, but on the rare occasion that he did, it made you feel honored. And even though it was just a pair of gloves, the meaning behind just this simple action meant more than a million credits.

As he reached for the spray again, the pain in your arm started to throb. You had been able to put it into the back of your mind thanks to Din's distraction, but the air had now started to turn stuffy as the pain made itself known.

"If it helps," Din started as he finally was able to take ahold of the spray. "You probably won't die from this."

Who was the man standing before you now?

"Oh, now you've got jokes too?" One of his hands grabbed your own, and it sent a shiver down your spine. The rest of your words died on your lips as his hand nervously locked into yours, and Maker you swore maybe the shot in the arm did kill you because he started to swipe his thumb over your knuckles.

His hand gave yours a quick squeeze, and before you could process it you felt a blinding pain on your arm. He set the spray down as you squeezed his hand to release some of the pain, and it was mesmerizing how he was able to gather the supplies to wrap your arm up with one hand, yet his other still rested in yours.

"If you had moved just slightly, the blaster would have pierced your heart." He spoke with a finality laced with hints of fear, one that was unbeknownst to you.

"But it didn't hit that, did it?" You huffed in response.

"You're so...frustrating sometimes, you know that?"

A laugh escaped you. "Okay? Fork spotted in kitchen. You're incredibly careless when it comes to yourself too."

His hand still held yours, and whether he was aware of it or not, he gave yours another squeeze.

"You know, Peli said something to me earlier today."

Always changing the subject, this one.

"Oh yeah? What did she say?" You took this as your cue to start rubbing his knuckles with your hand, and for a moment you hoped that maybe he felt the same.

That was impossible. You knew him, and you knew his thoughts of you well enough by now. He would never feel the same way, not in a--

"She said we act like an 'old married couple'".

You swore your heart went into your throat.

"She--an--what?"

He nodded in agreement, before taking a deep breath. The air had shifted after that proclamation, the sounds of the Crest occupying the space between you two.

"I blew her off that is. She told me to get over myself, but I--"

"Din, you're not making any sense right now. Get over yourself?"

He must have realized that your hands were still intertwined, because he took his back slowly. It seemed like he was gauging a war within himself, one that you had no clue about.

Once the winning side was announced, you saw him quickly flex his hands--a sign of nerves.

"Din?"

"She said that because I have feelings for you."

It seemed as if you grew momentary tunnel vision, the world centering into only him at that second. All other sounds muted, and you felt the blood rushing in your ears as he saw you widen your eyes.

"I told her I knew you wouldn't reciprocate, and then she told me that--"

"You have feelings for me?" You didn't even notice that you asked that question.

"Yes, haven't I been making it obvious?"

"What? No, you haven't." There was no way this was happening. "I have feelings for you too." There it was, out in the open.

A wave of relief passed through him, followed immediately by confusion. h=He took a deep breath. "You what? There's no way."

"Haven't I been obvious?" You chuckled at the irony of it all. "I gave you my best vibroblade, fixed your ship whenever you were gone, brought back gifts from excursions for you--I wouldn't have done that for just anyone." You leaned back on the crate. "I thought you knew."

"I had no idea. I thought you were aware of mine." He mimicked your action. "You're the only one I'd take off parts of my armor for, I've--" He coughed, suddenly embarrassed, "I've been trying to court you for months. Your new blaster I won for you? The mudhorn crest you bare? In my culture, that's how we ask for one's hand."

You smiled, remembering how nervous he was to give you the wrist cuff emblazoned with the mudhorn not too long ago. You had just thought it meant that you two were close, nothing more.

"We're idiots, you know that?"

A soft chuckle emitted from his modulator. "I would have to agree."

He reached for your face then, bare hand on your skin. A chill rushed down your spine, his helmet looking directly at you. "In Mandalorian culture, we kiss differently due to our helmets. It's called a--"

"Kedable Kiss?" You glanced at his visor.

"You know what that is but you don't know our courting rituals?"

A laugh escaped as he cupped your face. "Excuse me for not reading up on the 'courting of Mandalorians.'" You spoke the last words in a mock serious tone, one that had you chuckling but him melting.

"I'm going to kiss you now if that's alright."

A shy smile appeared on your lips. "Such a gentleman with it."

"You're ruining the mood." He mumbled coyly, as he reached his forehead to touch yours. While this wasn't the type of kiss you were necessarily used to, the meaning was all the same. You closed your eyes as the beskar touched your head.

"You know something, mesh'la?"

"Hmm?" You had no idea what that word meant, but that was not on your list of priorities at the moment.

"I wouldn't put myself on the line for anyone but you." You moved your hands to hold his helmet, and you were glad you two were sitting because you did not trust your knees right now.

"How I love you Din."

"Oh, you have no idea."